This story is taking place where the remake left off. I decided to put one of the characters from the original movies in this story, which may seem weird. The way I see it, the remake was almost an original story all in it's own. It didn't really follow the original movie in its entirety, so I figured I could take one of Wes Craven's characters. If you think I should leave her out of it, let me know, or if you think it could work. :)
I also do not own anything, except for characters I may or may not add.
"Aaaaah!" I screamed my lungs out, thrashing upon the hospital bed. Nurses gathered around me, trying to calm me down. My friend, the only one I had left, tried to comfort me. Only he knew what I had been through.
"Nancy! Wake up, wake up!" Quentin screamed.
I opened my eyes. I could hear my heart beating in my ears, my whole body was shaking, the sweat gathering on my forehead. I saw Quentin and jumped off the bed, ripping out all the wires and contraptions.
"Quentin! It's not over, it's not over!" I told him, putting my hands on his shoulders, looking straight into his eyes. I could feel a rush of adrenalin run through me, and it wasn't from Quentin shooting me up earlier to wake me from that horrid nightmare. That was cleaned out of my system when we were taken to the hospital, I assumed. For a minute I had almost forgotten where I was. Then it flooded back to me. The shot, pulling Freddy out, Quentin had gotten hurt. He looked okay now, thank god. He wouldn't have been able to visit me if he wasn't.
"Nancy, what are you talking about?" He asked. It as if he forgot about the last hours that just happened to us.
"He's not dead! It didn't work! My mom…my mom's in trouble!"
"Nancy! Your mother's at home." My dad jumped in. I looked at him in disbelief, then whispered in Quentin's ear.
"He got her. Freddy got my mom. I dreamt it, Quentin. He pulled her through the mirror, he was there."
"Okay, miss, we need to get you back into bed." One of the nurses said. "Son…" She turned to Quentin. "You're going to have to leave now, she needs her rest." The other nurse that was present guided him out the door.
"Go to my house, Quentin!" I told him one last time. "Check on my mom!"
I laid back down on my bed. I know there was nothing I could do. It was in Quentin's hands now. I know he wouldn't let me down. Wait! They can't let him leave, he was admitted here, too!
"Wait! I need to see Quentin!" I jumped up, only to feel that cold metal wrapped around my arm pushing me back down, that feeling I knew all to well. I tried looking away, but his eyes were far to mesmerizing, and not in the good way.
"Don't worry." Freddy said. He leaned in close to my ear, his warm breath made me cringe. "Your mother's with me now."
"NO!"
"Nancy!" I sat upright, my dad put his arms around me, stroking back my hair. "It's alright, you were just dreaming." But it wasn't alright…I knew better than that. He looked exhausted, dark circle took over his eyes and a frown took over the smile I knew all to well. His brown hair looked like it was starting to turn grey in areas, maybe from stress. It didn't help that I had to pull this one on him. He was almost dreamy, in a Patrick Dempsey kind of way. I was surprised he doesn't have a girlfriend, he seems so lonely. That made me feel so much worse.
"Dad…" I hugged him tight. I felt safe with him. I missed this. Ever since my parents got divorced, this is what was missing. I needed to feel safe again, especially now. But how can he keep me safe from a man that leaves nothing behind. No trace, no evidence. Not even he could keep me safe, doesn't matter how good of a cop he is.
"Quentin!" I told him. "I need to see him! Where is he?"
"Nancy, you need to rest. I don't want you seeing him anymore. I don't know what kind of drugs he got you into, but…"
"What? No…Dad, listen to me-"
"Nancy…they found you with adrenaline in your system-"
"He-he was just trying to wake me up. He saved me." I stared down at my lap. I couldn't look into his eyes, see the disappointment.
"Saved you from what? Who did this to you? Quentin was stabbed, your arm is cut up, they found the both of you outside a burnt down school…what the hell were you doing there?"
"I don't remember." I simply said. It was easier that way. He knew to much now. He'll want to know the whole story sooner or later. He just won't believe it.
"A psychologist is coming to talk to you. Maybe you'll tell her?" He asked.
"Dad, there's nothing to tell!" I yelled at him. He cannot make me talk to anyone. No one would understand! They wouldn't believe!
"Baby, if someone is hurting you, you need to tell me. I can help you-"
"Mom!" I said, suddenly.
"What?" He asked. He was surprised by my sudden change in conversation.
"Mom! Where's mom?"
"Your mother's at home…what's wrong?" He was leaning over my bed down, trying to lay me back down.
"Will you go check on her? I-I had a dream about her…I just want to know she's okay."
His expression was telling me this craziness had to stop. "Nancy…"
"Just go and check on her, please Daddy?" I could tell I was worrying him. I could see it in his eyes. But how am I supposed to tell him the pervert from my past was back and begging for more?
"Alright. Are you going to be okay?" He asked.
"I'll be fine, Dad." I hugged him and tried to put on a smile.
"I'll be back to check up on you, okay?" He said.
"Okay." He gave me another hug and I couldn't hold back my tears. "I love you."
"I love you, too, sweetheart." And he walked out the door. I sat there for a while. I couldn't lie down. Laying down meant taking the chance of sleeping and that meant gambling with my life. But, staying awake meant facing the truth. Sometimes I wish I could sleep forever….maybe I should.
"Then he'll win." I said out loud. "That's what he wants." I had this feeling in the pit of my stomach. I don't remember if what happened to my mother was a dream or reality, frankly I can't seem to separate the two anymore. I knew something was wrong though. How much sleep did I get while in here? 2..3 hours? Less? It was still night time when we got out of that pre-school, that I remember. Either that or morning was soon about to rise. I told them I was fine, insisted I was. I still had to be checked out.
We stumbled out of the burning building. Cops and firefighters were everywhere, their flashing lights lit up the night sky. They wrapped a blanket around me, then worked on getting Quentin into the ambulance. I sat there with him.
"Hey, Quentin." I said. "Nightmare's over." I smiled at him. He tried to smile at me, he looked so weak . I just wanted him to get better. Please God let him get better. After this is over I'll ask him about our date, I'll say yes. I laid my head back and closed my eyes. I wanted sleep to come so bad. It felt so good to shut my eyes, knowing I didn't have to worry. We finally pulled up to the hospital and I walked by Quentin's side as they wheeled him in.
"Knock, knock." A young woman stood at the doorway. She had the most beautiful blonde hair and her eyes could probably melt millions of hearts. Her smile was warm and welcoming, but that didn't mean I wanted the welcome. She came over and held out her hand. "My name's Kristin."
She sat down in the chair next to my bed. I sat there, keeping my head down, right away that was a mistake. I could feel myself starting to doze off.
"Nancy? Are you okay? Are you getting enough sleep?" She asked me.
I rubbed my face and shook it off. "I'm fine. Is this really necessary?"
"You tell me." He said from behind. I whipped my head around to see that burnt, ugly face…and that glove. He stood there, smiling…he enjoyed this all to much. "Am I real?"
"No.." I said, keeping my head down. He got closer till we were face to face and put one of his sharp claws under my chin, slowly lifting my face so I could see his menacing smile.
"Wrong answer!"
I Jerked awake. I was still sitting on the bed, Kristin was in a chair next to me, a concerned look on her face. Did I actually fall asleep while she was trying to talk to me?
"Sorry." I said.
"Nancy, why don't I come back later. Your father insisted I speak to you as soon as I could, but it looks like you really need the rest." She smiled and started to stand up.
I grabbed her arm. "No! I mean…it's fine, really. You can talk to me now. I just want to get this over with."
She sat back down, and I knew that if I talked to her I wouldn't fall asleep. I just needed to keep talking.
"Well, I'd like to have regular sessions with you, just once a week. I've heard you haven't been sleeping well."
"I guess not. What does that have to do with anything? I don't understand why you're here."
"I work with the hospital, I also work at Westin Hills. I'm not only a physiologist, but I've done research on nightmares…pattern nightmares, night terrors, reoccurring dreams. Would you like to tell me about last night?"
I did want to tell her. Tell her the truth, everything. She would just think I was crazy, I'm not crazy. She didn't seem like the judgmental type, though. She almost had this innocence to her, she was young, late 20's maybe. Especially when she smiled, like you could tell her anything. I tried to start off not saying to much. "I've been dreaming about this preschool. That's why we went there, me and Quentin."
"What happens in these dreams? What made you want to see the preschool in person?"
I sat there in silence for a minute. I didn't look at her, Just looked down at my hands, fiddling with my fingers. I was hoping that question wouldn't come up. I knew it would though. I can't avoid it.
"Can we talk about something else?" I asked.
"Of course. Why don't you tell me why the doctors found adrenalin in your system." She looked at me with concern. Like I was trying to hide from my problems with drugs. Right now, they were the least of my problems. But when you think about it, I was. I was trying to hide…from Freddy. There was no way I could tell her that.
"I'm not on drugs." I told her. "Quentin was trying to wake me up. I told him to wake me up if he thought I was having a nightmare."
"You and Quentin seem pretty close." She smiled.
"He makes me feel like I actually fit in. He gets me, I really like him." I smiled just thinking about it. But when I remember he was in here, it disappeared. I wasn't sure how badly he was hurt. "Can I see him? I need to see him."
"Let me go talk to the doctor. I'll see if we can work something out." She started to get up, but I didn't want her to leave. I couldn't fall asleep, not again.
"Wait…it's fine. I'll see him later. Lets just talk more, okay?"
"What are you afraid of, Nancy? Tell me."
"I, I'm not afraid of anything. You wanted to talk, right?" I asked. I tried to sound as innocent as possible. Tried to make her believe my words. I couldn't even believe my words. No matter how many times I lied to myself over and over again.
Freddy isn't real. He is only a nightmare. Nightmares cannot hurt me. It is all in my imagination. My friends are alive. Freddy did not kill them because he doesn't exist.
My Friends are dead.
"Yes, and you also wanted to see Quentin." She put in. She already saw through me. I didn't like it.
I put my hands over my face, rubbing my eyes, trying so hard not to break down. I could not take being in this room anymore. "I'm getting out of here. I'll go see Quentin myself." I got up and walked out into the hall, only to run into my dad. His face was red, like he'd been crying. I had never seen him like this before. He hugged me, a little to hard and I could feel him shaking. I knew deep down, I knew that he got her. I didn't want to him to say it. I didn't want it to be true. "Dad? What's wrong?"
"It's your mom. Sweetheart, she's gone." He said. He hugged me again. I think I was numb. I could feel nothing. I didn't know what to do, this could not be happening.
"No.." I said. I pushed him away and tried to make a run for it down the hall. Both my dad and Kristin tried to catch up to me. It wasn't until I ran into the doctor that I knew I couldn't make it to the exit. It was the same one from last night when Quentin got me out of there. Now it was Kristin and my dad who were holding me down.
"I'm gonna need some help over here!" The doctor said. "We're gonna have to sedate her."
"No! Let go of me!" I could see one of the nurses coming over with a needle " "NO! Please don't, please! No! Quentin! Stop it, let go of me!"
"Nancy! You'll be fine! You need to sleep!" My Dad said.
I felt a prick, and then I finally felt helpless. I could feel myself slipping away. I tried to keep my eyes open, but they felt so heavy. How long would it be till I woke up again? God, please let me wake up.
I woke up in the hospital room, again. I almost wish I was dreaming this time. I can't look at these dull walls anymore. Did I actually sleep and not have a nightmare? It was refreshing. I looked over at my dad, who was asleep in the chair next to my bed. It must be nice to sleep like that.
"Dad, wake up." I said. "Dad!"
He jumped up. "Nancy, you're awake." He said. "How long have you been up?"
"I'm always up." I mumbled.
"What?"
"Not long." I told him. "Dad…can I go home now?" It was then that I realized I didn't know where home was. I have always lived with my mom. I rarely went with my dad. He wasn't a bad father…he was a cop. He ran a busy lifestyle and he wasn't home that much.
"They want to keep you just one more night." He said, and he reached over and took my hands. "Nancy, I am so sorry this had to happen."
"Why are you sorry? It isn't your fault. It's mine."
"How could you even think what happened to your mother is your fault?" He asked me. I couldn't tell him that because I actually spoke about what happened to me when I was little is why she's dead. That Freddy killed her. We told, they wanted revenge, and now it's his turn.
"What happened to her?" I asked him.
For a moment there was silence. "She…she died in her sleep. Honey, I'm so sorry." He took my hands in his and I couldn't look at him. I dodge his answer.
"What time is it?"
"It's about 6. Do you want me to get you something to eat?" He asked.
"Yeah, I could go for some food." I said. The minute he walked out the door I know where my feet were taking me, down the hall, trying to search for Quentin. I haven't seen him since they brought us in. I really didn't know where to start, so I looked in the room next to mine and kept walking.
When I finally saw him, he was sitting up in his bed piling forkfuls of food into his mouth. I stood there for a minute trying not to cry, trying not to be such a baby. When he saw me he got up and he pulled me into his arms, the arms I have been meaning to jump into ever since last night. I could tell he was still in a little pain, so I loosened my grip careful not to hurt him.
"It was real." I whispered. "He isn't dead, Quentin! Freddy killed my mom." Those last few words made it finally seem real.
"I am so sorry, Nancy." He said. "How could this have happened?" He let go of me and his anger started to get the best of him. I almost didn't like this side of him, but I knew it was because he knew it was affecting me, my family, himself and his family as well. He was protective of the people he loved. I think I loved him for that.
"I guess evil never really dies, huh?" I said glumly. I almost wanted to laugh at what I just said because that sort of thing you only hear about in the movies. This wasn't a movie, and I honestly just didn't know what to say. I decided to put my focus on him. "How are you feeling?" I asked.
"My face feels like it's been run over by a truck," From the bruising it didn't look like that was far from the truth. "and my chest still hurts, but the pain medication works wonders." He tries to give a half smile, I could tell he was struggling.
We were sitting on his bed now. I couldn't help but to lean in and kiss him, being ever so gentle and running my fingers across the bruises on his face.
"I don't know what I would do if I lost you." I said. He took his hands and held up my face so I was looking into his eyes.
"You are not going to lose me. We're gonna figure this out together, okay?"
I smiled and tried to believe him. There was a part of me that didn't, because I knew Freddy would destroy me any chance he got, starting with the people closest to me. I got up and started to walk toward the door before turning around. "Can you leave your room? I wanted to go down to the cafeteria tomorrow, there's something we need to do."
"Um, yeah, just come to room around 12 tomorrow, we'll walk down together." He said. His face was puzzled but he knew me well enough now to know I had a plan, or at least a start to one. Because once we are out of here…my dad is going to help us break into police records.